Clementine & Louis One-shots

Sunkissed Faces and Quiet Places

Word Count: 500

Summary: One of hundreds of mornings spent together, Clem takes time to reflect.

A/N: I've had this in my drafts for a while and I've missed writing, I've missed you. I'm not sure if anyone in this fandom is still really active but I don't care, I love these two and I love being here with you. This is all just pure fluff hebfhsjbs

Enjoy xx

- <3 -

"Psst, Louis!"

The young man grumbled, his mind caught in the zone where the whole world is a dull hum. His girlfriend inched closer, their noses almost touching now. "Looouiisss," She sang lightly, a small part of her not wanting to disturb his slumber. But AJ was off doing who knows what and she was lonely, a feeling she seldom got these days. "Hey, wake up sleepyhead."

He twisted in his sleep ever so slightly, pulling the blanket further up his shoulders, blocking the rays of fresh sun that came in. "Five more minutes." Despite his sarcastic tone, Clem could see his cheeks rise; the sign of a genuine smile.

"C'mon, you always wake me up in the mornings."

"Cause you always sleep in late."

"I do not!"

He opened one eye and was greeted by her enchanting grin. Not a bad way to wake up if he was being honest. "Oh yeah? You have a problem with how I wake you up?"

Clem bit down on her tongue to better repress her giggles. "I know you're trying to be cute again, but it's hard to take you seriously when you have drool coming out of your mouth." The floodgates to the giggles were bombed open as Louis frantically wiped at his mouth, his nose scrunching at the cold, wet feeling.

"So much for being charming," He sighed in defeat, snuggling back up into his pillow. The single bed just barely held the two of them, so personal space wasn't a thing during these sleepovers. Their arms and legs were crisscrossed like a game of twister, though they definitely didn't start off that way when they first got into bed. "Do I still have a shot?"

She took a long, dramatic pause. "Maybe, I'm sure there's someone else out there who also has dashing good looks." 

Quiet, the only word Clementine could have used to describe these soft mornings. These sleepovers were a rare treasure, a treat for the two whenever one (or both) were feeling particularly prone to night terrors; a fleeting image in either ones mind of dead friends, blood soaked hands or ear piercing gunshots. An endless echo in a dark cave... and yet morning would always come and he would always be there, she would always be right beside him.

"Good luck with that Clemmie-"

"-don't call me that-"

"-Considering most of the popular are either dead or have flesh rotting from their faces, I'm as good as it's gonna get." He was sitting up now, stretching his tired limbs. Louis was in quiet thought over what job Violet was gonna assign him today, he hoped fishing with AJ. 

Clementine hauled herself out of the bed and over his frame with ease, her feet hitting the dusty floor with a small thump. Despite Louis' protests, she knew there was work to be done, but she knew tomorrow morning would come and they would follow this routine all over again. Even if there was no sleepover, they would still have every morning together for the rest of their young lives.